But word must have got around, Magic Radio advertised it throughout the day and just when I'd forgotten about it and was ensconced in front of Netflix, the clapping started. I went to the window overlooking the street and flung open my newly washed window. There was an assortment of heads and upper torsos leaning out from various flats with an occasional full-bodied person on a balcony. Some were madly clapping and whistling, others bemused and yet others who obviously hadn't got a clue what was going on.

I suspect the young Deliveroo driver having mounted his scooter to depart just as the first signs of clapping had begun, belonged to this latter group. He proceeded to rev his engine to the max and do a wheelie in the middle of the street. As more people came to their windows to join in and the clapping intensified he was in his element. His usually thankless task of riding around delivering food had somehow brought him to this magic street where he could claim his 15 seconds of fame. He hoicked his scooter to its full height and wheelied all the way to the main road.